Crossing the Line.

Back in the day, a sailor’s first voyage across the equator was considered a big deal. It was a rite of passage. A ritual of crossing. Everything was different after it happened. Once you had crossed the line, you weren’t just a sailor anymore. You were a...

Help me undo a spell. In a toy shop!

Alright my darlings. Here’s the situation. At the Playground, we have a Toy Shop. The Toy Shop is beautiful and sparkly and everyone loves it. Everyone. The Toy Shop is full of toys. And things that aren’t toys. All of which are for sale. For example… For...

A sandwich, a magic wand, desire, yes-but.

Me: I wanna sandwich! Sandwich! Inquisitive and loving me, who might also be a fairy godmother: That seems like a reasonable thing to want. If I could wave my magic wand and get you one this very instant, would you take it? Me: Yes! But I want it with pickles. And...

The IWOM Brigade.

I do not have the slightest idea what I do for a living. Nor do I wish to know. The not-knowing has worked out quite well for nearly six years of running a business, and I expect it to only get better. The grown-ups in my company (attorney, accountant, financial...
The Fluent Self